The child did nothing more but glare at the stranger, though a second later he stepped forward and grabbed onto his sleeve, tugging it. "Mine." He was claiming this man as his, yes.

/smooches/

{ ♪ };       He was covered in glitter, because he snuck into a teacher's classroom while all the other kids were out on a field trip and got into the paint and glitter. So yes, he was a huge mess right now.

✦; Making sure his bangs covered his eyes, and his head was tilted down, Dean regarded the new comer with a small wave. "Hello..." he sighed and let his cigarette hit the floor, stepping on it and picking it back up to throw out. "Can I help you?"